Page 44 of Never Say Never

He stared at me, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my lips. There was undeniable hunger shimmering back at me that I wanted nothing more than to answer.

"I'm not sure what I'm ready for."

"Fuck, you being a virgin while looking like this." I gestured up and down York's huge frame. He wasn't a small man by any means. Neither was I. I worked out and had the body to prove it, but even so, I was still no match for York in the body department. "Is driving me crazy."

"Not a virgin."

I nodded. "I know." I moved closer, pressing our bodies against one another. The heat wafting off him soaked into my skin, adding to the delicious tingles covering me from head to toe. "But you have no idea what it does to me to know I'm the one who gets to teach you so much."

York audibly swallowed. My hands traveled up and down his body, seeking out his flesh. The clothes needed to go. Any barrier between us was either going to be burned or cut off at this point. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

"Five, four, three?—"

"Why are you counting?"

Two—"

"Paul?"

"One." I pulled in opposite directions. The sound of fabric tearing apart filled my apartment. York's shirt popped open and hung off his arms.

I didn't wait for him to catch on. I drew him in for a kiss again. Our mouths crashed together, dragging us both into a frenzy of lust and pleasure. I couldn't get enough. My fingers traveled over his expansive chest, over his dark nipples, bringing them both to stiff peaks as I feasted on his lips.

York's hands moved over my chest, and before I knew it, he shoved me back. I back peddled a few steps, groaning from the loss of contact. I stared at him, trying to calm down after realizing I might have gone a little too far. My need was riding me and the one person I wanted to ride out the storm with was right there in front of me. I couldn't be held accountable for my actions.

"York, I'm?—"

He moved toward me, his movements quick as he grabbed my jogging pants and ripped them off me. They fell to my ankles leaving me bare for him to see. I'd forgone underwear hoping the night would lead to us in bed. I stepped out of the pants, my cock heavy between my thighs. We stood there for a second. York's gaze continued to flick between my face and my cock.

"You going to stare at it all night or touch me?"

"I don't think you deserve to be touched," York said. The smirk on his face was the only indication that he was playing with me. Still, my heart dropped.

"Why are you still dressed?"

York glanced down at his pants and then back at me.

"Five, four?—"

"Paul," York growled. He unbuckled his belt, yanking it free and tossing it to the side. Making quick work of his pants, my boss was naked before my eyes while I struggled to remember the number three.

I swallowed, saliva pooling in my mouth as I took in a fully naked York.

"It should be illegal to look the way you do."

York glanced down at himself as if not sure what I was talking about. I shrugged out of the open button up and grabbed his wrist. "I'd do you on the couch but that thing is too small for the both of us."

My bedroom was freshly straightened up. I had to be careful with York in my space. The smart option would be to take him to a hotel but there was no way. I wanted him in my home, his scent in my sheets.

"You've done a few on the couches? They aren't roomy."

I shook my head pushing him back and watching him fall against my bed. "Never brought anyone over."

York looked shocked, but I didn't have time to break down my paranoia or why it didn't apply to the one person it should. I was too wrapped up in having another taste of my boss. I dropped between his legs. Mouth opened wide.

"Paul, wai—Ah, fuck."

Hot flesh filled my mouth, and instantly, I was engulfed in York's natural musk. His thick cock filled my mouth, stretching it to the point of pain. I welcomed it all as I took in more. He wasn't only long, but girthy. I twisted my tongue around the head just how I knew he liked it.